Some girls dream of their own future home... They envision the curtains and the paint colors, the plates and the silverware; how they'll decorate, how they'll make it a home.
This girl dreams of a dairy. Of concrete and stainless steel, of stark white walls and iron stanchions. A room, a facility, a place. I dream of how I want it to look; how I want it to be. With drains in the middle of sloping floors, and windows facing South. Hot water at the ready, and the capability of milking 4--5 animals at a time. The thought of such a thing is enough to give this farm girl the shivers and a gleam in her eye.
Lace curtains may come one day soon enough, but this girl mostly wants a dairy.